Now, a mucker was the one that had to clean
the rock surface before the concrete was poured. This had to
be clean enough so that you could practically eat off of it.
Well, we did this for a while, and then I got a little better
job: we went to concrete puddling. This is where you wore hip
boots, you know, and a hard hat. They’d pour the concrete,
and it was up to you to get it spread out with your feet. You
had to work it pretty good, or you’d leave rock pockets.
And you didn’t dare do these because if you did, they
had to be taken out and the space filled. This was hard work,
you know.
I was back in the various tunnels all this time, and they finally
started pulling the plug, I think, in the number 2 tunnel on
the Arizona side. At that time they put a monorail across the
top of the main tunnel; then they could bring agitators full
of concrete down on the main high line and set them on trucks.
The trucks would back into this monorail, and there they would
be picked up. I would hook them up and unhook them, just as
a hook tender, and they would be monorailed back to where they
needed the concrete.
Well, of course, I still wanted a better job. So I asked Virginia
Steelworkers, which at the time was tying all this reinforcing
steel that went into all the walls of the various sections of
the power house. And I got a job working for Herb Merner, who
was the superintendent. The foreman was quite a heavyset fellow;
I don’t remember his name. His name was George; that’s
all I remember. All of us down there, we didn’t have second
names; we were always called by our first name- -usually Blackie,
Whitie, or Skip or whatever it might be. A lot of them wouldn’t
even tell you their names. I think they were afraid to. And
so I tied steel. I went from. . .when I first went down there
to the site as a laborer it was $4 a day, and then hook tender
was $4.50 a day. Then I went to the steel crew at $5 a day.
I finally got $5.60 a day tying steel.
Well, when they finished pouring the plugs, and they started
putting the penstocks in, too, why, it was up to the steelworkers
to get the steel into these cradles that held the penstocks
in place. All the steel was laid on top of the power house,
and it was up to 2 or 3 of us to get ahold of one of these.
. .oh, about 30-foot pieces of inch-and-a-quarter steel in a
semicircle and get it through a small tunnel back to where they
were used. Well, the journeymen $6-a-day men and the other $5.60-a-day
men, myself included, were all doing the same work. So I asked
Herb; I says, “I want a raise. I want to get the same
money they’re getting.”
He said, “Young man, I’ll pay a man for what they
know, not for being you.” And so I worked on and kept
pouring. [laughter] |